R.I.P. Hip Hop 1978-2003
New member
I’m calling you
Running away
From poetic rhymes
Negative critics
Kills me every time
Put the pen down
Throwing away the pad
Poetic flows have become
Addiction that’s turned bad
A voice in my ear
I don’t want to hear
A soft voice
That sounds sweet and clear
Syncing in and out
What is this about?
I’m calling you
I need you
Pick up the ink
I bleed you
I need you
I’m calling you
Running away
From poetic rhymes
Negative critics
Kills me every time
Put the pen down
Throwing away the pad
Poetic flows have become
Addiction that’s turned bad
A voice in my ear
I don’t want to hear
A soft voice
That sounds sweet and clear
Syncing in and out
What is this about?
I’m calling you
I need you
Pick up the ink
I bleed you
I need you
I’m calling you